There, at the edge of the ancient road, under the dim background, stood a figure.
It was a Little Taoist.
He wore a pristine moon-white Taoist Robe, of ordinary material, with an upright posture. His eyes were as deep as if they contained the birth and death of the Universe, carrying an ageless solemnity that belied his youthful appearance.
He was not walking on the Reincarnation Road but stood quietly by its side, like an observer, calmly scanning every passing soul on the road.
Not far from the Little Taoist, there stood a strange giant stone.
The stone was about three zhang high, its entire body appearing a dim grayish-blue, with a surface smooth as a mirror, clearly reflecting the scenes on the Reincarnation Road.
Reflected in the mirror was not the dim world and soul shadows of this place, but countless complex lights and shadows rapidly flowing and vanishing.
